Ride or Die

Chapter 4

The next morning roused you softly. Heralded by a sweet rosy pink dawn that would give way to a gently warm and calm summers day. You listened to the birds twittering in the huge arch of the tree branch that hung over the roof outside your window.

The little chirps of the tiny things woke you from your deep sleep. Your dreams interspersed with the memory of soft soft pink lips and huge manly hands cradling your body. Black leather jackets and terrifying blurring speeds. Your thighs cradling a cold metal bike.

You replayed the memory of it over and over. Between your legs throbbed sticky and hungrily when you recalled his touch. The way he'd moaned in your mouth. It made your skin needle with longing thinking over that gorgeous rumble of a sound. You kept touching your lips with a fingertip. They felt swollen from his feral kiss.

Lurid excerpts of his touch stayed with you even to your dreams. Kept waking you up when the memory would pop back into your mind. Made you bite your lip and turn over in bed. Your head whirling with thoughts of what could happen next. Certain by now that in a town this small, beyond question, you'd have to see him again. You wonder if anything will change.

You suddenly remembered when the soft birdsong woke you, that he'd asked you out for a drink, and other than a dumbly dazed nod, you're not entirely sure you gave him a definitive answer. You can't help but wonder if he'll even notice, or even care about it. It might be a lost promise for him. Another girl strung along by a fleeting fancy. You're sure you won't be the first. Nor the last.

He was six feet and three inches of rude leather clad trouble. But god, the man couldn't half kiss- you shook the lewd thought away.

You got up and went down to the kitchen in your embarrassingly big night shirt. The huge powder blue shapeless nighty with short sleeves. You roused the coffee machine to life and let it dribble into the jug as you assembled a breakfast. Some fruits in the fridge, you sliced it into chunks and put a huge dollop of plain creamy yoghurt on it. Strawberries, blueberries, a banana and some raspberries.

You sat in the tiny kitchen bay window. Cradling the bowl on top of your knees as you pulled them to your chest and ate in silence as you listened to the coffee brew and watched the dusky lilac of the street come slowly to life. Another boring day exactly the same, starting all over again.

You sat and ate your breakfast quickly. And fetch your coffee once it's finished trickling into the cup. Sipping it and nursing the flowery favourite mug of yours as you watch the sky start to filter into a searing blue. Sunshine warming up the roofs of all the houses along your street. Dousing all around you in a golden sunrise. Cars starting to slowly cruise down the street. Work to go to. Getting the kids to school. Life starts to wake up the sleepy streets.

You hear Grandma coming down the stairs. The soft slap of her blue slippers on the wood stairs. She comes into the room in a cloud of imperial soap and her violet talc that she used. It clings its chalky scent to her clothes. Elastic white of her stringy hair pulled back and clipped in a bun. She appears in the doorway and sweetly smiles a good morning to you. In her usual beige pants and a soft white blouse embroidered with yellow daisies.

You hadn't gathered the courage to tell her about last night. About who gave you a perilous ride home. The fact that you'd done the one thing you promised her you'd neverdo. The secret rotted guiltily away at your stomach.

When you came in after your startling kiss, locking the door. Grandpa was head back on the couch, snoozing in front of the TV. An old black and white film yammering on and on the dark. Grandma was already upstairs tucked snug in bed and sound asleep. It felt like you could get away with it. So you woke Grandpa and then snuck up to bed like a gutless little coward.